Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Mucking About With Isabella Rossellini

As if the guilt at piercing a lively, fat worm on to my fishing hook wasn't bad enough.
Now I'm gonna see Isabella's beautiful face staring up from every wiggler I impale!

Worms Pooping Is Gold For The Garden

The amazing, wondrous worm pooping out gold for the garden. Intrigued by vermiculture but worried about alien invasion (I mean the non-native worms not the little green men) and, to be honest, being a lazy bones about it, prevented me setting up a little worm composting bin.

Canada's worms were killed off by glaciers during the ice age. The introduced worm species are very beneficial, but they may also have a negative impact in old growth forest areas. As a noble environmentally minded person, I nixed the vermiculture idea. Okay, okay, so I'm just plain lazy and procrastinated.

Who Can Resist A Sexy Little Wriggle...Not Even The Scientists

BUT it is the New Year and time for resolutions and momma needs worms for fishing... time to regurgitate the worm compost idea. So did a little digging (research-wise; not in-the-garden-for-worms-wise) and found out this:

How sensually evocative is that!
How many of us has copulated while bathed with melt water? No, don't answer that. But it does sound like a fab pagan winter solstice ritual. Well, no fears of seeing the neighbours indulging in melt water rituals around here as it has been very mild and there has been no snow to melt.

Canada does indeed have indigenous worms! So no more excuses to delay the worm casting composting. Canada's worms are referred to as ancient worms by the way - like the sounds of that. Well, it's a brand new year so here I am back at the blog (new year's resolution) and with a worm compost bin to build (new year's resolution).

4 comments:

oh!!! that was brilliant! the worm vid so brilliant i might have to put it up on my garden blog too -your words so brilliant they put a smile on my formerly Tired Morning Face -seeing you around the bloggosphere again so brilliant that i'll send you a happy new year wish on a shooting star right away:i wish you a Grand and Shining new Year. there.

Neat post. I had a friend who had himself an earthworm farm in BC. IN fact, my Hungarian buddy at the time's hugest dream was to have his own. He had great tales about "harvesting" in the dark, wearing cans strapped around his lower calf, flashlights and that sort of stuff. Cool notions, although the copulating in that cold melting glacial water doesn't so much for me! I'm just being honest here. ;-)